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It was almost a week later when Gigi tweeted: "@wmdarcy, remember to bring back that green blouse I left at Netherfield."
William Darcy was at Netherfield.
She should go. To thank him. To tell him how wrong she had been about him. To say she was sorry about the things she had said before. To promise that she would return the plane ticket's cost.
But did he want to see her?
Could she deal with his rejection? With being in the same room as him, and again having that awkwardness from her first days at PD in the air?
So absorbed was Lizzie in her musings, that she did not notice that someone was watching her, with a mischievous smile on her face. That she did not notice the someone coming closer, carrying something in her hands.
But as anyone who has ever suddenly received a cat falling on their lap will tell you, there is no thought deep enough that will keep you from screaming in surprise.
"Lydia!"
"I've been calling at you for ten minutes! I want to do sock slides. What were you thinking about?"
"Darcy's at Netherfield."
"Oh, so he did join Bing."
"Bing's here too?"
"Yes. He had this huge fight with Caroline, and then he remembered that he had rented a house here, so he came and asked Darcy to join him."
"And you know this because..."
"Twitter! Caroline has been posting the most overdramatic updates about "betrayals" and "femme fatales who lead men away from their families" and stuff like that. It's like watching a one-person soap opera."
"What happened?"
"According to Gigi, Bing asked Caroline to do something, and she said she wouldn't, and somehow that escalated into this fight that ended with Caroline staying with Catherine DeBourgh! Is she really as bad as your videos say?"
Well. That explained the call
"Worse."
"So, are you going to go see Darcy?"
"I ... don't... know...?"
"Would you make him come here? Do you know what Mom will do when she finds out he's Gigi's rich, handsome and single brother?"
"Why would he come here?"
Lydia gave her that look. That look that only a sister can give. That look that says. Did I miss the day the aliens sucked out your brain? look.
"Why else would he come here?"
"To keep Bing company?"
Same look. And then a sigh. "Lizzie, here's what is going to happen. You are going to put on the black dress, and go to Netherfield. You will go up to Darcy's room, knock on that door, and jump him. You do not return home until you have done so." Lydia raised a hand to stop Lizzie before she said anything. "Now, might I remind you I know your password for youtube and twitter, still have dirt on Charlotte, and know where you hid your baby pictures after the last time Mom showed them to a guy you liked. So remember, when you want to turn back, Naked Baby Pictures ."
Lydia was scary.